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Episcopalian, continued...

[2] "The bishop, as we ate, chortled over Peter's deft response to the charge that the Eleven were drunk; Peter had said in aloud voice to the scoffing crowd that it was not likely that the Eleven were drunk inasmuch as it was only nine A.M. The bishop pondered out loud--between spoonfuls of minestrone soup--that the course of Western history might have been changed if the time had been nine P.M. instead of nine A.M. Jeff looked bored and I kept consulting my watch, wondering what was keeping Kirsten. Probably she had gone in to have her hair done. She fussed forever with her blond hair, especially in anticipation of momentous occasions.

The Episcopal Church is Trinitarian; you cannot be a priest or bishop of that church if you do not absolutely accept and teach that--well, it's called the Nicene Creed "

"So Bishop McClary back in Missouri was correct; Tim had, in fact, committed heresy. However, Tim had been a practicing lawyer before he became a rector of the Episcopal Church. He relished the oncoming heresy trial. Bishop McClary knew his Bible and he knew cannon law, but Tim would blow golden smoke-rings around him until McClary would not know up from down. Tim knew this. In facing a heresy trial, he was in his element. Moreover, he was writing a book about it; he would win and, in addition, he would make some money. Every newspaper in America had carried articles and even editorials on the subject. Successfully trying someone for heresy in the 1970s was really difficult. "

"Before Tim and Kirsten could return to England, the Episcopal Synod of Bishops convened to look into the matter of his possible heresies. The jerk-off--I should say, I suppose, conservative; that is the more polite term--bishops who stood as his accusers proved themselves idiots in terms of their ability to mount a successful attack on him. Tim emerged from the Synod officially vindicated. It made the newspapers and magazines, of course. Never at any time had this subject worried him. Anyhow, due to Jeff's suicide, Tim had plenty of public sympathy. He had always had that, but now, because of the tragedy in his personal life, he had it even more... Tim knew that no one within the Episcopal Church of the United States of America could bring him down. If he were to be destroyed, he would have to do it himself. "

Episcopalian

California

1980

Dick, Philip K. "Introduction: How to Build a Universe that Doesn't Fall Apart Two Days Later " in I Hope I Shall Arrive Soon. Garden City, NY: Doubleday (1985); pg. 9.

"In 1974 the novel [Flow My Tears, the Policeman Said] was published by Doubleday. One afternoon I was talking to my priest -- I am an Episcopalian -- and I happened to mention to him an important scene near the end of the novel in which the character Felix Buckman meets a black stranger at an all-night gas station, and they begin to talk. As I described the scene in more and more detail, my priest became progressively more agitated. At last, he said, 'That is a scene from the Book of Acts, from the Bible! In Acts, the person who meets the black man on the road is named Philip--your name.' Father Rasch was so upset by the resemblance that he could not even locate the scene in his Bible. 'Read Acts,' he instructed me. 'And you'll agree. It's the same down to specific details.'

I went home and read the scene in Acts. Yes, Father Rasch was right; the scene in my novel was an obvious retelling of the scene in Acts . . . and I had never read Acts. "

"Now here he was in Los Angeles... that paint job was definitely trying too hard. He thought they probably wanted people to think of those big brown United Parcel trucks, and at the same time they maybe hoped it would look sort of like something you'd see in an Episcopal church. Not too much gilt on the logo. Sort of restrained. "

[Last two people on Earth.] "'. . . in the eyes of God . . .' She remembered the stained-glass windows in the old First Episcopalian Church, and how she always thought God was looking down at her through that brilliant transparency. Perhaps He was still looking at her, though it seemed sometimes that He had forgotten. Well, of course she realized that marriage customs changed, and if you couldn't have a regular minister . . . But it was really a shame, an outrage almost, that if she were actually going to marry this man, she couldn't have all those nice things. . . . There wouldn't even by any wedding presents. Not even that. But of course Rolf would give her anything she wanted. She saw his face again, noticed the narrow black eyes starring at her with ferocious purpose, the thin mouth... He oughtn't to let his hair grow so long, the thought... If she did marry him, she'd certainly make him change his ways. It was no more than her duty. "

Episcopalian

Colorado

2049

Knight, Damon. A For Anything. New York: Tor (1990; 1959); pg. 47.

"They passed the Rev. Dr. Hamper, squatting on a hillock, hands clasped below his ecclesiastical knees, head bent, smiling around his pipe as he listened to the visiting Americo-Catholic priest from Fontainebleau. It was the general feeling at Buckhill that Hamper was a mediocre chaplain, his predecessor the Rev. Dr. Morningside being remembered as a model of succinct eloquence; but he was the best natural-born Episcopalian minister Buckhill could get--so many were being duped by the big Eastern families that naturals were growing very scarce. " [More about Rev. Dr. Hamper, pg. 66.]

Episcopalian

Colorado

2049

Knight, Damon. A For Anything. New York: Tor (1990; 1959); pg. 66.

"As he spoke, the Rev. Dr. Hamper [Episcopalian] was coming slowly forward to stand in the center of the ground. With his fine white head bared..., the Book in his long hands, he looked around slowly before he spoke.

'Men and ladies, before that thing is done which cannot be undone, it is my duty to ask you humbly whether this dispute may not be peaceably resolved. Men, I beg you to search your hearts. Are you determined that this quarrel shall proceed?' He turned and looked earnestly, first at Dick as the challenged party, then at Cash. No one spoke. Everyone stood around patiently, waiting... to get it over with. Hamper faced front again and bowed his head over his jointed hands. 'Let us pray. O Lord, who in Thy Mercy watcheth over us, grant that we may retire from this field with hands unsullied, and with true humility in our hearts. In Jesus' name we ask it. Amen.' He straightened and walked back into he crowd. There was a hum of interrupted conversations. " [Blessing a duel]

Episcopalian

Europe

1476 C.E.

Gentle, Mary. Lost Burgundy. New York: HarperCollins (2000); pg. 73.

"Ash saw the same middle-aged man in Episcopal green who had been present at dawn. "

"The name of the Rector of St. Thomas Episcopal Church, where there had always been a Bragg pew, was missing. Dr. Lucius Somerville, a gentle, white-haried man, a boyhead companion of Judge Bragg, had been in Jacksonville on the morning of The Day and therefore would not return to his parish. "

"...he was slowly beginning to doubt the existence of the phenomenal universe itself, and he could not bring himself to care... probably unreal to feel that it mattered what intellectual organization you imposed on it, whether it was High Episcopalian or Logical Positivist. "

[Year is estimated.] "A certain woman might be the greatest gaiologist in the world, and perfectly rational, but she had grown up Catholic, and so her Episcopalian mother-in-law would always look down on her and 'her people.' " [Referring to the reason for separating the colony ship into villages by faith group.]

"That was true, and it was one of the many odd aspects of a very odd mission. Bishop Joshua Marlin of the Georgia diocese of the Protestant Episcopal Church, Hiram Berthelot's personal friend and confessor, had trained with Cal in Houston, subjecting himself to calisthenics, jogging, and the dizzying torments of the 'octopus arm'--as he and Cal had dubbed that machine--in order to prepare for the flight. And, for a ruddy fifty-year-old man of substantial girth and dubious eyesight, Marlin had acquitted himself remarkably well. Lia, along with Cal, had had lunch with the bishop on three occasions, and she was comforted by the knowledge that he would be sitting in the crew chair next to her husband's on the Clemency and later on the Checkers.

Cal said, 'Bishop Marlin has blessed this flight and everyone on it...'

...Lia waited for Cal to explain.

'Pets, Plants, Priest, and President. up we go to propitiate the demons of despair.' "

Episcopalian

Georgia: Atlanta

2065

Bishop, Michael. Catacomb Years. New York: Berkley (1979); pg. 210.

"At the beginning of the Sixties, in fact, Saganella Lesser found them a more deeply entrenched irritant than such underground religious sects as the Mythodists, the American Hoodoo Criers, and the Piscapalians of Dagon Magus, none of which had the effrontery to be legitimate scions of the Urban Charter. "

"The Weinrebs were church-goers as a matter of course. No one who earned more than a certain amount of money in Amesville was so impolitic as not to be. But they went to the Congregationalist Church... One could have met a better class of people by being Episcopalian but then one stood the risk of being snubbed. "

Episcopalian

Kentucky

1962

Rucker, Rudy. The Secret of Life. New York: Bluejay International (1985); pg. 6.

"Just two years earlier, Conrad's father had... [been] ordained as a deacon in the Episcopal Church. He worked as an assistant at St. John's and Conrad was a regular acolyte. Sometimes Conrad would light and extinguish the candles, and sometimes he would be in charge of getting out the bread and wine... " [Book contains many references to Episcopalianism; the main character is a member.]

"He trusted the little priest's judgment. So did his colleagues, evidently. The Town Building office held the pastors of the Episcopal and Baptist churches as well, the Congregationalists, the Methodists . . . even the Unitarians...

'We have indeed,' Gomez said. 'We've been trying to come to some understanding of what God meant by the Event, in a specifically religious sense. Some things are obvious. Questions of episcopacy and papal supremacy are...' "

Episcopalian

Michigan: Two Rivers

1998

Wilson, Robert Charles. Mysterium. New York: Bantam (1994); pg. 183.

"The combined Lutheran and Baptist youth groups, plus interested parties from the Episcopalians and Catholics--about seventy-five young people in all--converged on the Civic Gardens east of City Hall next Saturday morning [to string Christmas lights]. "

"A battle was coming, then. Babylon besieged and sacked. Billy's brain shook with it, the smoke of her burning, the cries of her slain citizens. Your typical denominational Protestant could never face it. Every Sunday millions of them sat in their pews staring at Bibles, refusing to confront the final book, but there it was, in every tepid little Episcopalian and Methodist church: the Revelation to Saint John... "

[Author's self-written biography, in the introduction to his story.] "Born Staten Island, N.Y., July 18, 1943... the first of five children to a... father from Derma, Mississippi... I went off to prep school (St. Andrew's) to get an education. During the year previous I had passed through the puberty rite of being saved, as a Southern Baptist. St. Andrew's is an Episcopal school. After initial hysteria, I was able to fuse these two styles in my peabrain in the best of all possible ways (?). At St. Andrew's I was one of the 'peasants', and had to cop labels from my father's suits during vacations to sew into my Robt. "

"'I've known several single-o men, but never a double-o. I guess you're the highest classification I ever had friendly words with. If the Pope set up shop in this country, he'd be only one notch up--in the R-numbers of course. He'd be an R-001. I heard somewhere that the number was being held for him, over the objections of Episcopal bishops who want R-001 themselves. Delicate business.'

"Through perspiration-beaded lashes he saw the priest enter. He wondered why the man was staring at him so. It was as if he did not approve of non-Episcopalians sweating in his church. Croyd clenched his teeth. If only he had the power to make himself invisible, he mused. He'd fade for a few minutes, scratch like mad, then phase back and sit quietly.

By dint of sheer will he was able to hold himself steady through Mendelssohn's 'March.' He was unable to focus on what the priest was saying after that, but he was now certain that he was not going to be able to remain seated through the entire ceremony. He wondered what would happen if he left right then. Would Claudia be embarrassed? On the other hand, if he stayed, he was certain that she would be. He must look ill enough to justify it... "

"The itching became overpowering. He unclasped his hands to scratch, but in a final act of resistance he seized hold of the back of the pew before him. To his horror, there came a loud cracking noise as the wood splintered within his grip.

There followed a long moment of silence.

The priest was staring at him. Claudia and Sam had both turned to stare at him, where he sat clutching a six-foot length of broken pew-back and knowing that he couldn't even smile or his fangs would show.

He dropped the wood and clasped himself with both arms. There were exclamations from behind as his coat slipped away. With his full strength he dug his fingers into his sides and scratched cross-body... his great batlike wings were unfurled... The priest began speaking again, something that sounded like an exorcism. There cam shrieks and the sounds of rapid footfalls... Catching an updraft he soared... The church looked like a disturbed anthill when he glanced back. "

"The joys of the holiday season reached also as far as Harlem, where the irony of worshipping a white Jesus was entirely lost on the churchgoers who stood in myriad storefronts, or in the great Episcopal edifice of Saint Phillips... "

"Right now I'm floundering, looking for definitions of myself, looking for structures. I'm thinking seriously of entering the Roman Catholic Church... Or perhaps the Episcopalians, I don't know. It's a matter of affiliating myself with the human race.

Episcopalian

Newmanhome

2103

Pohl, Frederik. The World at the End of Time. New York: Ballantine (1990); pg. 128.

"The Baptists had refused to be ecumenical with the Unitarians; the Church of Rome had separated itself from Greek Orthodox and Episcopalian. "

Episcopalian

Oklahoma

1943

Bishop, Michael. Brittle Innings. New York: Bantam (1994); pg. 105.

"Besides, back then, girls who talked like Phoebe were about as plentiful as cow bells in an Episcopal choir. "

"There was only the most rudimentary service at the crematorium where Ziegler's body was burned. A few words from an Episcopal minister Dierdre had hired for the occasion, an earnest young man in clerical gear and neatly-pressed Levis who pronounced his consolations and hurried away as if late for another function. "

Episcopalian

Oregon

1993

Wilson, Robert Charles. The Harvest. New York: Bantam (1993); pg. 69.

"Simon Ackroyd, D.D., Rector of St. James Episcopal Church since his appointment to Buchanan in 1987, woke from a long sleep thinking about the Aztecs...

The Aztecs, when Simon read about them in college, had been the first real test of his faith. He had grown up with what he recognized now as a sanitized Christianity, a pastel Sunday School faith in which a gentle Jesus had redeemed humanity from the adoration of similarly pastel pagan idols--Athena and Dionysus worshiped in a glade. The problem of evil, in this diorama, was small and abstract.

There was the Holocaust, of course, but Simon had been able to rationalize that as a terrible aberration, the horrendous face of a world in which Christ commanded but did not compel.

The Aztecs, however . . . the Aztecs had lodged in his mind like a burning cinder. " [Other refs. to this character, not all in DB when they don't mention Episcopalianism by name.]

Episcopalian

Oregon

1993

Wilson, Robert Charles. The Harvest. New York: Bantam (1993); pg. 70.

"And then, one night in Episcopal Seminary, he had dreamed himself talking with an Aztec priest... who had misunderstood his horror as religious awe and who responded with his own attempt at a compliment. Our knives are trivial, the priest had said. See what your people have achieved. All your missile silos... each one an obsidian knife aimed at the hearts of tens of millions of men and women... each one a temple, painstaking, ingenious, the work of an army of engineers... taxpayers. We have nothing to compare...

...His faith sustained him through college, through his divinity degree, through his appointment to this parish. He was a thoughtful Christian, and on his good days he suspected his doubts only made him stronger. Other times... when the pines seemed to take on the... aspect of Tlaloc, the Aztec god of the underworld... he wished his doubts could be abolished, annihilated in a light of faith so intense it would wash away all these shadows. "

"Dr. Ackroyd had been willing to go ahead with the service, but even the Rector had changed. Last week, Simon Ackroyd had confessed to being one of them. The Rector was engaged in the same transformation that had overtaken the rest of the world, and Miriam was not at all sure she would like what the man had turned into, or that he would like her, or that she would be safe at the end of the world's strange new evolution. "

"She didn't think of herself as an Episcopalian, but her father had called himself that even though he seldom attended services. She suspected he'd picked the Episcopalians because they were the most upscale congregation in town; barring the Catholics, whom Daddy had regarded as a fanatical sect, like Shiites or Communists.

The Episcopal Church squatted like a gray stone bulldog on its acre of lawn and peered across a long slope of rooftops to the sea. Miriam parked and climbed the stairs to the parish office. Dr. Ackroyd said he would meet her here and they would drive together to Brookside Cemetery.

The Rector was waiting in his office with a concerned expression on his homely face. 'Sit down, Miriam,' he said. " [Etc.]

"She found a man whose life-shape was a pleasing, temperate complexity--his name was Simon Ackroyd, and he had once been the Rector of the Episcopal Church, but he was something else now, a creature as fresh on the Earth as herself.

Infinitely light, lightly wedded to her skin, Rachel touched and joined his rain-wet flesh in the shadows of the great trees, in the cold air after January midnight on the surface of the cradle Earth. "

"'They don't ask me to abandom my Christianity, Miriam. It's only that I've had to be mor honest with myself about the things I know and the things I don't. The divinity of Christ, the extrinsic nature of God . . . maybe I was never really convinced of those things. Only wanted to believe them.

'So you're right, Miriam. I don't guess I'm entitled to call myself a Christian any longer. But I can perform the memorial service. I can help you say goodbye to your father, and I can mark the mystery of death, and I can honor it--perhaps more sincerely than ever before. I would be pleased to perform that service for you. But if you feel I'm unqualified, I'll step aside. Maybe we can find someone else...'

Miriam was stunned. She gazed at the Rector, then shook her head. 'No . . . that's all right. You do it.'

'Thank you, Miriam.'

'It's not a vote of confidence. I don't think it matters who says the words. If there's a Heaven, it's beyond our commanding...' "

Pg. 213: "She parked the car near St. Michael's Episcopal Church... "; Pg. 214: "Stereotypes. Alone on Christmas Eve, sitting in a rapidly chilling car near St. Michael's Episcopal, Natalie thought about stereotypes. "; Pg. 215: "She drove past St. Michael's, noticed some sort of early Christmas Eve service, and turned toward Broad Street. She thought of the Christmas morning church services she had attended with her father for so many years at the Baptist church... "

"'...Meanwhile, I've arranged for a professional colleague of mine to look in on you while I'm gone--a clergyman, actually. He took out a business card and jotted Christopher's name and telephone number on the back. 'He's an Episcopal priest; has a parish out in Kinross, but he does a bit of counseling as well. I think you'll like him...' "

"The funeral of King Stephen III had been a natural and convenient starting-point; a two-day visit to the Prince-Bishop of Durham, the richest man in England and virtually a sovereign ruler within her shores, would have provided a comfortable conclusion. But Pellow had found waiting for him on his arrival at the Principal-Episcopal Palace a tachygram that summoned him urgently to the New Englander Embassy in London. Although no reason was given, he had considered his duty and set off as soon as politeness allowed. "

Episcopalian

United Kingdom: London

1995

Ryman, Geoff. 253. New York: St. Martin's Press (1998); pg. 60.

"Mr Andre Stanley... A minister from an Episcopalian diocese in Wisconsin on a theological fact-finding mission. Andre is particularly bemused by the debate about gay priests. Why the fuss? There are none.

Andrew served in Vietnam. He is baffled by all the talk of post-traumatic stress disorder. He piloted helicopters and saw the worst the war had to offer--the blasted bodies of young men--but he has no trouble accounting for the deaths, the destruction. God leaves everyone free, everyone responsible, even Nazis. We are free to wage mistaken wars, mistranslate the Bible, or commit rapes. And we are free to fight back.

Andrew wants to write screenplays for Jesus . . . and reclaim the media from barnstorming fundamentalists. He is working on a screen treatment now, about helicopter pilots in Vietnam. "

"Earlier, they had gathered at St. Margaret's Episcopal Church in Dunfermline to witness the marriage of Peregrine Lovat, one of Scotland's most talented young portrait painters, to the lovely Miss Julia Barrett... " [See also pg. 19.]

"Haute Montagne was... a Good Plain Town, and it was ruled by Good Plain People. The Baptist Church was a Good Plain Church, too, and friendly with the Methodists and the Episcopalians, though it was generally acknowledged that the Baptists were a little--well, Plainer. "

"And there were the Baptist Women. That significant congregation of wives: Phil McDonnel's wife... every important wife, in fact, who had not been sequestered by the Methodists or the Episcopalians, all here today, all staring up at the podium. "

[Author's notes about himself, included in the introduction to the story "Totenbuch "] "About the name: christened Armando Albert, but the Armando got lost in the shuffle between church (Episcopal) and state records. Since my blood is Cuban, I feel entitled to append my mother's family name also. "

Pg. 279: "Pickford siting in a chair near the podium and beside him the Epicopalian sky pilot Joshua Marlin.

Sighting the bishop calms the major. Marlin isn't a Catholic, of course, but he's closer to it than Easson, the Baptist physicist and chaplain... Marlin is going to help them abreact history and set this topsy-turvy time line to rights. "; Pg. 281: "...Vear oversaw the exchange of all the other passengers and the transfer of the cargo aborad the Checkers to Daisy Duck's underslung craw. Guinea pigs. Plants. Cowboy. And a Protestant Episcopal bishop. " [Bishop Marlin, of the Georgia diocese of the Episcopal Church is mentioned frequently in the last 80 pages of the book, although little is said about the Episcopal Church or Christianity in connection with this character. Not all refs. in DB. Also pg. 286-289]

"Over Bishop Marlin's angry protest, the chamber also contains (in addition to the forty-nine coffins; the gurney on which Nixon lies; and a small table set with candles, an aspergillum, several cruxifixes [sic], a chalice for holy water, and the Sacrament), yes, an electric coffee urn. " [Other references to Bishop Marlin, an Episcopal clergyman and chaplain, not all in DB. See, for example, pg. 314-315, 319.]

"At exactly one o'clock, if its recent promise of today's modern Easter Event was trustworthy--for the choragus had spoken to Parr two Sundays ago, while he was holding forth in the pulpit of Christ Episcopal Church in Savannah. It had ordered him to tell the world that seven human families would soon be given an audience with God, and it had urged him to gather a representative Episcopal choir to act as its mouthpiece. This command, this urging, had come to him as a kind of auditory hallucination in the midst of his sermon, and the congregation had had to toleate a queer lapse in his delivery until he could sort out the matter. "

Episcopalian

USA

1982

Straub, Peter. Koko. New York: E. P. Dutton (1988); pg. 408.

"When Michael slid into the last pew at St. Robert's on the village square the service had already begun. Two pews near the front had been filled with children who must have been Stacy's classmates... Michael felt like a ghost--he felt as if bit by bit he were becoming invisible, sitting in the bright optimistic church as an Episcopalian priest uttered heartfelt commonplaces about death. " [More.]

Episcopalian

USA

1985

Drake, David. The Tank Lords. New York: Baen (1997); pg. 372.

"The Church of the Lord's Universe was officially launched in 1895 in Minneapolis, Minnesota, by the merger of 230 existing protestant congregations--Methodist, Presbyterian, Episcopalian, and Lutheran. In part the new church was a revolt against the extreme fundamentalism peaking at that time. "

"The fundamentalist Charismatic movement had gained strength all through the eighties... On a sultry Tuesday in 1989 they had suddenly announced that the End was not only in sight, but here, and that all true Christians must unite to do battle against the Beast. The Beast was never specifically named, but most true Christians concluded he resided somewhere among the liberal churches. There was fervent prayer on Methodist front lawns. Young men ranted up the aisles of Episcopal churches during mass. A great many stained glass windows... were broken. A few churches burned. "

Episcopalian

USA

1997

Bear, Greg. The Forge of God. New York: Tor (1987); pg. 390.

"Edward glanced at a sticker in the side window: BORN TO RAISE HECK. 'Mazel,' he called back over his shoulder, walking east.

"Or this, from the same Postscript: 'The Most High is perfectly willing to be understood as an illusion since our doubts only make our trust in Him that much more savory on His tongue. He is, we must remember, the King of Kings, and shares the general kinky taste of kings for displays of their subjects' abasement. Doubt Him, by all means, say I, when I speak to doubters, but don't on that account neglect to worship Him.'

This was religion? It seemed almost the opposite, a burlesque, but Mrs. Boismortier (a good Episcopalian) had sent the book to him, and someone in the hierarchy of the prison, possibly even Warden Shiel, has passed it on, and millions of people, according to the cover, were able to take Reverend Van Dyke seriously. "

"Behind her chair, from a wall covered in a very expensive velvet-flock paper, a portrait of her grandfather looked down. He had been an Episcopalian bishop, but the picture showed him in the costume of a New England gentleman keeping up the Old English custom of riding to hounds, red coat, brown boots... "

"There had been a protest march in Washington. A group of black Episcopalians had taken up her [Chandler's] crusade and marched on the White House bearing standards and posters demanding that the President take a special interest in Wonder Woman... and her outlandish, heathen stories. The demonstration had been peaceful enough, but the videotaped images of the protesters clearly showed the rage etched on their faces. Their outrage was palpable, and Rebecca could only wonder at the power, the raw emotion her words had led to. "

"....and approached the gorgeous Episcopal National Cathedral on the hill. The surrounding oaks, huge and black and leafless against the dark midmorning sky, were slashed like him by truth, a truth like sleet that melted into his intellect sharp and wakening. He turned toward the Cathedral, not having intended to go there but thinking now there was not better place to unwrap the dangerous wonder.

He pulled open a heavy door and was welcomed by candles and incense; High Episcopal. A boy's choir sent practice echoes beating back from a hundred feet above. A tour group scuffled past, listening to their guide's talk diffuse into tones of varying pitches. He walked an aisle and came to a cross, turned left, ducked into a tiny chapel with four pews and an altar decked with clock, unlit candles, and flowers. " [More takes place here, pg. 146-147.]

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